I need 

human contact

as if I was 

a person 

or something

it’s a 

radical idea

I’m not 

used to it

I’m so 

used to 

these pits 

and cages

and walls

and institutions 

that I 

forgot I 

was ever 

Really

Meant

To Be

A Person

I dunno anymore

where the edges are

I can’t find what I’m

still holding onto 

and I’m grasping at

the tears 

and the frays  

and the holes

and the grays

and I am 

very much 

alone 

inside 

myself

but then again, 

so are you

and maybe 

perhaps

it’s possible 

to reach 

across the divide 

of the 

human consciousness 

and 

simply

…

Touch